"Although Iâm glad you didnât refuse, you should still think about it because this time itâs a bit different from previous years," Harper Black explained. "This Image Ambassador role might take up some of your time. Iâm worried that with your busy schedule this year, it could affect your regular commitments."
Harper Black didnât even need to ask to know that, with Jane Sampsonâs current popularity, sheâs obviously flooded with acting offers.
Had Jane Sampson not been one of the most popular actresses online right now, coupled with her unique identity that sets her apart from typical actresses, they wouldnât have thought of involving her in this role.
"As the Image Ambassador, youâll need to visit a few universities to promote anti-drug awareness. This is a fixed work task. However, the timing over there can be adjusted to match your availability," Harper Black added. "Two universities in Southland, two universities in the Northlandâthis is whatâs been planned so far."
"Sure, Iâm not that busy," Jane Sampson nodded.
Jane Sampson hadnât taken on any commercial activities, so her schedule was relatively free.
Whatâs more, since she could decide the timing of this promotional work, it largely avoided potential conflicts with her existing commitments. To be honest, Jane Sampson was quite surprised to receive this role and accepted it gladly and cheerfully.
"Alright then, send me your agentâs number. Iâll have someone contact your agent directly," Harper Black reminded her. "And donât forget to give your agent a heads-up first, so she doesnât get caught off guard and end up refusing the offer."
"Even if I donât say anything, Sister Tin would definitely agree to this right away upon receiving the call," Jane said. From both her personal and a commercial standpoint, this role was all benefit and no downside for her.
After Jane Sampson finished calling Rock Bell, Old Master Black sat next to her, grinning widely. "Our little Jane truly is outstanding."
"Old Sir, please stop. If you keep praising her, sheâll grow a tail and wag it up to the heavens," Peter Gingery, who had just woken up, came down the stairs at a leisurely pace and couldnât resist taking a jab at Jane.
Peter Gingery was on vacation. Ever since he returned on the evening of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, he hadnât gone back to the guard team. Every morning, he slept in until he woke up naturally. Anyone unaware of his role would never guess he was a defender.
Unlike James Black, Peter, even on vacation, never skipped his morning run exerciseâit was as steadfast as clockwork.
"A pig has no right to talk," Jane Sampson grabbed a peanut from the table and hurled it at Peter, snapping, "Shut up."
Peter caught the peanut effortlessly, cracked it open, and popped it into his mouth with a crunch. While munching, he remarked, "By the way, Oscar Wilson asked me to tell you to check your messages. He called you just now, but your phone was busy, so he sent you a WhatsApp message instead."
"Huh?" Jane responded, suddenly confused. She took out her mobile phone and logged into WhatsApp. Sure enough, there were several messages from Oscar Wilson waiting for her.
"Monkey King of Sampton, do you know what shocking news I just heard? âFrom Poor Youth Lee Wayne."
"Jillian Carter! Jillian Carter is getting married! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh My Mum! âFrom Poor Youth Lee Wayne."
"I heard she skipped the engagement and went straight to marriage. Her wedding feast is set for 20 days later! Oh My Mum! âFrom Poor Youth Lee Wayne."
"Her future husband is a defender, seemingly a somewhat high-ranking officer. A few days ago, he went to her grandparentsâ village to visit them, and thenâbam!âthe two hit it off just like that! âFrom Poor Youth Lee Wayne."